Of Heron

Oh! Heron
The Ocean was ecstatic,
When you used to meet it.

You made it bubbly,
When it was unruffled.

You made it sparkle,
When it was kissed on its face.

You used to fly over it,
It used to retrieve you in its bottomless bosom.

An eon has sliped away since you left the ocean.
Now It's icy.
Oh! Heron
Will you ever kiss it again ?